What makes you think you can just strut up to my sister and me and ask, "What's up tonight ladies?" What in God's name makes you think I'm going to want to answer you? What makes you think you are entitled to my business and how can you have the thought process that allows you to think it's reasonable to just approach people and be creepy?

What makes you so shocked when I scowl at you and ignore you? Do you really think that I walk around my neighborhood to get cat-called and hit on? Are you so self-absorbed that you think you're slick enough to charm anyone and everyone? Do you think you have the right to be offended when I don't answer you? Do you really?

Here's a message for you:

CAT-CALLING ISN'T CUTE. It's not sweet, it's not charming, it's not suave, it's not cool, it's not sexy, it's not endearing—and it certainly isn't going to make me interested. In fact—and I have no idea why in 2015, in the 21st century, we are still going over this - it's harassment. It's not a compliment. It's creepy. It's uncomfortable. It's disgusting.

Do you actually think your "Slut-Whisperer" shirt is going to signal to me that I should speak to you? Are you that stupid?

Get a life! Stop harassing people; stop making people feel unsafe. Stop calling me a bitch for not responding the way you hoped I would; I don't owe you shit.

You people are the reason I own mace spray. You are the reason I hate walking alone. You are the reason I clutch my keys between my fingers like a safety blanket. You are the reason I spend too much money on short Uber rides instead of traveling by foot. You are complicit in rape culture. Does this come as a shock to you? Are you mad that I'm laying such blame on you?

Good.

I don't care if you're offended; it's nothing compared to how much you didn't care when I was terrified. It's nothing compared to how much you didn't care because you got some sort of sick pleasure checking me out, a girl less than half your age, and grinning, while I stood there screaming at you to leave me alone.

I am not a toy. I'm not on this earth for you. I'm not an object. How many years will it take for people to understand that?

You're a pathetic, revolting excuse for a human being. I pray that you end up sad and alone and nowhere - even if you only harassed me, because going out of your way to make even one person uncomfortable is enough for you to deserve what I hope you get.

I swear to God, the next time I'm approached by some slimy guy with an ugly grin on his face and he tries to open his awful mouth, I'm going to glare and tell him: "I have mace spray, and I've been waiting to use it."